{title:Vincent}
{artist:王若琳}
{meta: 原调: 1=C}
{meta: 选调：1=A}
{comment: A段}
Starry Starry [A]night
Paint your palette [Bm]blue and grey
Look out on a [D]summer's day
With [E7]eyes that know the darkness in my [A]soul.
Shadows on the [A]hills
Sketch the trees and the [Bm]daffodils
Catch the breeze and the [D]winter chills
In[E7] colors on the snowy linen [A]land[D] [A].
{comment: 副歌}
And now I [Bm]understand
[E7]what you tried to [A]say to [F#m]me
How you suffered for your [Bm7]sanity
[E7]How you tried to set them [F#m]free.
They would not [Bm]listen
They did [Bm7]not know [D]how
[E7]Perhaps they'll listen [A]now [D] [A].
{comment: B段}
Starry Starry [A]night
Flaming flo'rs that [Bm]brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in [D]violet haze
[E7]reflect in Vincent's eyes of [A]China blue.
Colors changing [A]hue
Morning fields of amber [Bm]grain
Weathered faces lined in [D]pain
[E7]Are soothed beneath the artist's Loving[A] [D]hand[A].
{comment: 副歌}
And now I [Bm]understand
[E7]what you tried to [A]say to [F#m]me
How you suffered for your [Bm7]sanity
[E7]How you tried to set them [F#m]free.
They would not [Bm]listen
They did [Bm7]not know [D]how
[E7]Perhaps they'll listen [A]now [D] [A].
For they could not [Bm]love you
[E7]But still your [A]love was [F#m]true
And when no [Bm7]hope was left in sight on that [Dm6] starry Starry night.
[F#m]You took your life As lovers often [D]do;
[Bm7]But I could have told you
[D]Vincent
[E7]This world was never [A]Meant for [F#m]]one
As [E7]beautiful as [A]you[D] [A].
{comment: C段}
Starry Starry [A]night
Portraits hung in [Bm]empty halls
Frameless heads on [D]nameless walls
With [E7]eyes that watch the world and can't [A]forget.
Like the stranger [A]that you've met
The ragged men in ragged [Bm]clothes
The silver thorn of [D]bloody rose
[E7]Lie crushed and broken on the virgin [A]snow[D] [A].
{comment: 副歌}
And now I [Bm]think I [E7]know
what you tried to [A]say to [F#m]me
How you suffered for your [Bm7]sanity
[E7]How you tried to set them [F#m]free.
They would not listen They're not [Bm7]List'ning still
[E7]Perhaps they never [A]will [D] [F] [A].
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